Chatroom

It was Saturday and almost 11pm. I was horrified of what he might reply. My fingers typed all sorts of stuff that I couldn't quite understand. He had replied and immediately I clicked on his chat icon. I couldn't believe it! He was into it, I held my breath and started typing again. "Oh how I want you to fuck me. I want you to hurt me and scratch my body.". I felt how I was getting wet, I wanted him to touch me. My heart almost stopped when I read his answer. "I want to handle you rough, you look so kind and sweet and you deserve somebody who handles you the way you want". This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to chat with my boss in the first place and certainly not like this. He kept messaging me and I replied. My hand slipped into my panties. "Let me treat you like my princess" I couldn't resist. "I will fuck you on my table and slap that little ass of you, bitch". I wondered if he was touching himself. I felt how wet I was and let my hands slide over my labia. I wanted him to push me onto his table. Again he had written something: "I know you look at me at work, I know you think about it". I slowly started to rub my clit. I wanted him so badly. "I want you to lick my cock". He wanted me. He really wanted me. I couldn't believe it. I was rubbing my fingers over my clit so hard by now. "I know you want to touch yourself". He was making me feel so passionate and horny. "If you touch yourself I'll slap your ass so hard that you'd scream in pain". I wanted him to slide his penis into my vagina. I slowly let my fingers rub my clit. He didn't have to know. "Stop touching yourself". How could he possibly know that I was....???? Now I felt uncomfortable. I pulled my fingers back. "I will touch you tomorrow in my office, whore". I felt as if I was going to cry. I went offline and fingered myself to the thought of him fucking me. I was obsessed with him. After all those months he had finally noticed. I came and felt the most sensational tingling through my whole body. Then I went to sleep.